The Road
Touch of wet rain as spring departs,
Hurl of good will as seasons change;
Etch finesse plain in soul craft art.
Rise to now feel profound yet strange,
Opt to allow the sense of space;
Adjust to walk as feet greet road,
Distance can plough with touch of grace.
Joy ever stalks where burdens load,
Open your eyes to see the truth;
Use wit and plot to find the way,
Rest heavy sighs to check clear proof;
Now seeds the lot in light of day,
Ask for the grace to meet life's pain,
Love puts in place the time for gain.
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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